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Yesterday, 14 April the Australian Broadcasting Corporation (ABC) launched its special 28 minute episode of the hit Aussie children's (and Mum and Dad's) series "Bluey". The episodes are usually about seven minutes long but this special one answers an important question set up previously regarding the sale of their "series" home (inspired by Brisbane in a lovely "Queenslander" style home).
The episode is entitled "Sign" with reference to the Real Estate "For Sale" sign outside their home. As usual, the episode deals with real life issues surrounding the impact on families and particularly kids in this sort of situation.
This is an advertising mural on the side of the New Farm Cinemas in Brisbane inviting viewers to watch this episode of the worldwide hit show. Those who collaborated to paint the mural are artist Michael Iglesias and Matt McEnallay and Harry Pepper.
I really can't tell you the outcome (watch on ABC iview) as frustratingly, the show does not display when I sign in!! Grrr!
Well, do they or don't they...someone gave away the secret but my lips are sealed. Just watch the show.
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my series entitled "hannah's house."
hope you like it; hannah did! :]
this was the first thing that i photographed in her apartment. this plant hung straight ahead in her dining room and the light called my name so i chased it. and i got it!
From my set entitled “Escarpment” (under development)
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In my collection entitled “Halton”
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In my photostream
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The Niagara Escarpment is a long escarpment, or cuesta, in the United States and Canada that runs westward from New York State, through Ontario, Michigan, Wisconsin and Illinois. It is composed of the Lockport geological formation of Silurian age, and is similar to the Onondaga geological formation, which runs parallel to it and just to the south, through the western portion of New York and southern Ontario. The escarpment is most famous as the cliff over which the Niagara River plunges to form Niagara Falls, for which it is named.
The Niagara Escarpment is the most prominent of several escarpments formed in the bedrock of the Great Lakes. It is traceable from its easternmost point in New York State, starting well east of the Genesee River Valley near Rochester, creating one large and two small waterfalls on the Genesee River in that city, thence running westwards to the Niagara River forming a deep gorge north of Niagara Falls, which itself cascades over the escarpment. In Southern Ontario it stretches along the Niagara Peninsula hugging close to the Lake Ontario shore near the cities of St. Catharines and Hamilton and Milton where it takes a sharp turn north toward Georgian Bay. It then follows the Georgian Bay shore northwestwards to form the spine of the Bruce Peninsula, Manitoulin, St. Joseph Island and other islands located in northern Lake Huron where it turns westerwards into the Upper Peninsula of northern Michigan, south of Sault Ste. Marie. It then extends southwards into Wisconsin following the Door Peninsula and then more inland from the western coast of Lake Michigan and Milwaukee ending northwest of Chicago near the Wisconsin-Illinois border.
In February 1990, the Niagara Escarpment was designated a World Biosphere Reserve by UNESCO, making it one of 12 in Canada. Development and land use adjacent to the escarpment is regulated and the biosphere protected by the Niagara Escarpment Commission, an agency of the Ontario government.
Man jumping (and photobombing my photo) in front of the "War of 1812" monument. The monument is entitled "Triumph Through Diversity" and commemorates the 200th anniversary of the conflict. Its central granite base symbolizes the rocky cliff of Parliament Hill. Its granite boat-shaped bases represent maritime battles and the arches of the Parliament Buildings. The seven bronze figures represent the key combatants that came together to defeat the American invasion.
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Homme sautant (et photobombant ma photo) devant le monument de la « Guerre de 1812 ». Le monument s’intitule « Triomphe par la diversité » et commémore le 200e anniversaire du conflit. Sa base centrale en granit symbolise la falaise rocheuse de la Colline du Parlement. Ses socles en granit en forme de bateau représentent les batailles maritimes et les arches des édifices du Parlement. Les sept figures de bronze représentent les principaux combattants qui se sont réunis pour vaincre l’invasion américaine.
St. Edmundsbury Cathedral (formally entitled the Cathedral Church of St James and St Edmund)[1] is the cathedral for the Church of England's Diocese of St Edmundsbury and Ipswich. It is the seat of the Bishop of St Edmundsbury and Ipswich and is in Bury St Edmunds in Suffolk. Originating in the 11th century, it was rebuilt in the 12th and 16th centuries as a parish church and became a cathedral in 1914; it has been considerably enlarged in recent decades.
Missouri painter Sidney Larson completed this painting entitled "The Black Death" in 1969 as part of the "The Riback Mural," commissioned by Harold H. Riback for the Riback Pipe and Steel Company building on the east end of Business Loop 70 in Columbia, Missouri.
The Ribacks sold the business to Plumb Supply Company in 2015. The building housing the mural is scheduled to be remodeled in January of 2022, and the paintings will be destroyed. According to the State Historical Society of Missouri's Art Collections Manager Greig Thompson, the mural can't be preserved due to the method the mural was installed.
Notley Hawkins took photographs of the mural on December 21, 2021, at the request of Vicky Riback-Wilson to preserve a record of the paintings. Notley Hawkins studied painting and drawing with Sidney Larson at Columbia College and earned his BFA in 1987.
With the help of S.C. Steinberg, Sidney Larson published a booklet entitled The Riback Mural in 1980. The following description was included when noting the painting:
"The Bubonic Plague, or the Black Death as it was known, began in 1348, increased in violence in 1349 and died away in 1350. It very seldom stayed more than a year in any locale but while there often killed one of every two people thus depleting the ranks of royalty, the high nobility and the clergy as well as all others. Deaths were so numerous that it was impossible to use ordinary funeral arrangements. City authorities sent wagons around at night, ringing a bell and shouting, "Bring out your dead".
Our panel is set in London. We can see the open well, susceptible to invasion by a numerous germ, the housewife dumping a pan of liquid litter which again could contain germs of various kinds and which would work their way into the waters of the well. Bodies of the dead await the arrival of the wagon to pick them up and in the lower left is the black rat which was held responsible for the spread of much of the dreaded disease. Riding by on horseback are Knights of the Bath, and, in the background, Westminster Abbey. The monks, because of their cleanliness were credited with stopping the plague."
The photograph was taken with a Canon EOS R5 camera with a Canon RF24-70mm F2.8 L IS USM lens at ƒ/5.6 with a 1/160-second exposure at ISO 800. Processed with Adobe Lightroom CC.
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Mural entitled "Birds of a Feather" by Meaghan Claire Kehoe aka @mck_studio for Free for All Walls 2023, seen at 511 Pelissier Street in Windsor, Ontario, Canada.
Photo by James aka @urbanmuralhunter on that other photo site.
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The Silken whisper of Flickering Desires
A Chronicle
Adapted from the Final Entry Entitled:
Their Regal Gambit
Subtitled:
While Sherlock Holmes vacationed
The first score had been made, now for the Coup de Grace! So far their little operation had gone as smooth as silk, or in this case, satin. Now just to make sure the husband of the silken gowned brunette displaying the jewels in question was still safely out of the picture! Then Mollie would let her husband know that with the coast clear, freeing him to stage his approach of the lady in the long swishing satin gown he had been keeping an eye on all evening. The one who was wearing the exquisite necklace of fiery flickering diamonds, just daring someone to expertly slip it away the throat of its unsuspecting owner.
And therein lay the rub, She happily thought….
As Mollie made her way down the quiet corridor to the gentlemen’s smoking lounge, she lovingly played through her mind the series of unfortunate ( or fortunate?) events that had led her and her husband to this place. It had all began with an innocent one named Tabitha…….
Mollies’ Flash back
They had first come across Tabitha at a resort casino deep in the Catskills. Mollie and her husband had been there about three days, scoping out the grounds, and its wealthy clientele. At the casino they both spotted Tabitha at the same time. She was seated at a baccarat table, really standing out in an elegant dress of gold and black striped silk and velvet Her well-toned body displayed numerous pieces of expensive jewelry. A fat little purse dangled, unheeded by her side. Tabitha had held Mollie’s attention mainly due to the strong resemblance she had to herself. Tabitha’s jewelry, a flashy diamond journey style necklace, matching earrings, wide diamond tennis bracelet, and multiple gem encrusted rings, had held Mollies pickpocket husbands’.
Mollie went on to the bar and watched as her husband waited for the seat next to Tabitha to become vacant. Then he sat, asking for chips, while unobtrusively eyeing Tabitha’s bracelet. He began striking up a conversation with Tabitha, finding her to be an easy mark. He soon learned from the chatty girl that she was a divorced, upper executive for a well-known digital arts company servicing the movie industry. It was during this conversation that Tabitha babbled about the upscale, invitation only(you know), black tie formal ball she would be attending in England the next month. Now, as her husband was keeping Tabitha occupied Mollie had walked by the pair, ‘tripping’ into her husband, who palmed off to her , the diamond bracelet which had been ever so subtly slipped from around the unwary Tabatha’s’ wrist. Walking away with the bracelet secured in her purse, Mollie made her way to their small bungalow. Her husband did not break in his conversation with Tabitha; a mark would seldom suspect a friendly person of stealing from her.
Later that evening, Mollie wore the pricy bracelet while mutually admiring it over a bottle of merlot with her husband. They discussed the high-class affair Tabitha had been bragging about. Wistfully, Mollie admitted it was a shame they had not received an invite. Her husband smiled, and pulled a thickly embossed and crested envelope from his pocket. Easily adopting a British accent, he said “The silly little twit was carrying this in her purse!” The envelope revealed a pair of invitations to the Princess’s Jubilee Royal Ball. As the pair continued to empty the bottle of fine merlot, what had started as speculation, turned towards reality, and soon plans had been laid.
As they lay in bed later that night, Mollie turned to her husband, just think about the jewels that will be worn at the English Ball, she shivered with the delightful thoughts. Do you remember the last time we were in England? Mollie looked at her husband slyly, you remember, the Wriggling Whelp Whispering Wisk! She stated teasingly. Mollie knew the quickest way to get her husband’s goat was coming up with silly phrases to describe his more outlandish endeavors. Such phrases like The Tingling Touch Ice Melt, The Slippery Slick Taffeta Pull, The Glossy Gowned Dangling Peel, or her personal favorite, The Ticklish Wedge Clam Dip, never failed to get a response. In this case the response was a brief pillow fight leading into a romantic interlude, ending up with them in bed as they reminisced about the last time they had “visited” England a few years back…..
It had proven a fairly profitable venture with the jewelry alone netting almost 100,000 pounds. It all had culminated quite nicely at one of the posh events they had crashed that final weekend. Their final score had come about from a rambunctious doe eyed Fourteen year old in a shiny dress who had been oblivious to the valuably delicious gold pendent studded with small rubies and emeralds that sparkled ever so invitingly as it swung from her throat. A pair of matching dangling earrings dripped from her ears as she has run around unminded by her elders. Mollie had indignantly stated to her husband that the antique trinkets were simply just too expensive for a child so squirminly young to be trusted with. Her husband then went about the task to prove his wife correct in her statement.
After talking a bit about the English Girls parents reaction to the unsolved disappearance of their daughters ultra-pricey pendent , Mollie came back to the present and asked if the lady in the maroon silk that her husband pointed out the previous evening would be wearing the same jewels to the dance tomorrow night? Or better her husband replied sleepily, good Mollie pronounced, I did like her emeralds.
In Merry Ole England
They had arrived in England several weeks before the Royal Ball and began the preparations.
In an irony of fate, the profit they had realized from poor Tabitha’s bracelet had paid for a large chunk of their little excursion. Keeping his accent, and adding a trim beard, Mollies husband looked radically different from the man Tabitha had encountered. During the weeks following their arrival, the pair had practiced like they always did before undertaking a new venture. But this time it was with a more daring edge, they quite simply could not afford being caught red handed in a foreign country. Mollie assumed her practice the role. That of the richly dressed, well jeweled quarry. Her husband would stalk and attempt to relieve her of a piece of her jewelry as she went about her business, shopping! The idea being that, If he was able to do so without being caught by an obviously aware Mollie, than he should have no problem at the Royal Ball. As it usually happened when they practiced in this manner, her husband did incredibly well. Mollie had had several pieces of jewelry vanish from her person during the week, without her noticing how or when.
The final night of practice Mollie decided to dress to kill. Looking quite devastating in a glossy gold halter and a long brown velvet skirt with gold stiletto heels clicking as she moved. A diamond heart pendant hung down from her neck, swaying provocatively out from between her breasts. A bracelet, similar to Tabitha’s purloined diamonds, was wrapped around her wrist.
She left their penthouse and made her way to the street outside. Some type of festival was going on as she waded through the crowded streets to the nightclub. Her rings sparkled as they kept rhythm with her swaying diamond waterfall earrings. Just daring her husband to make a move for any of them.
Mollie drank and danced the night away with no hide or hair of her husband until she returned late that evening to their apartment. She found him in the hot tub, smirking. She undressed and joined him. Okay, how did u do it she demanded? I felt nothing, no one bumped or brushed against me all evening that I was not aware of. He opened his fist, allowing her heart diamond pendant to dangle freely in front of her. A magician never reveals his tricks my little cat, he purred, as the pendant swayed in a sparkling arch.
Cat was short for “Cat Lady”, a moniker he had placed upon her when she had broken into a sleeping woman’s room and removed the jewels from her gold case, and even managed to slip off a ring she was wearing. The fact that she was passed out in a drunken stupor, still dressed in her long party gown, didn’t count , or so her husband teased.
You should have been a surgeon! , my dear, Mollie exclaimed with pride. Then she leaned towards him, her green eyes gleaming in earnest, time for a real practice run Mon Cherie, she said in dead seriousness. Then Her eyes opened wide, I got it she exclaimed, I’ll call it The Slinking Sneaky Shearing Snag she pronounced joyfully, getting a face full of water in reply to her effort. Okay Cat, let’s get down to business he retorted, I know just the affair. Mollie listened intensively as her Husband described their next plans, derived while eavesdropping on a couple of ladies shopping in a jewelers.
The next weekend (two weeks to the evening before the Royal Ball) Mollie found herself at a quaint upscale wedding reception held in the large gardens of a country church. She was attired in the same bewitching ensemble that she had been wearing on the final night of practice. Her only jewels were a recently acquired pair of sparkly cascading earrings set with emeralds and diamonds. The affair of the plump piqued peacock plucking she had mused while getting dressed. The only other exception was that the long fiery red hair she had inherited from her Irish namesake grandmother had been cut and dyed blond. Blue contacts had also been added to the disguise to hide her vivid green eyes.
They soon targeted an older jewel laden snob at the reception. An older lady , well jeweled, of the arrogant know it all, obey me totally type whom everyone tries to avoid. While Mollie engaged the mark in a mostly one sided conversation(the older ladies) the lady had become so deeply engrossed about talking about herself and her ties with royalty, that she never detected being relieved of a heirloom antique gold chain and jeweled pendent by Mollies husband who had approached her unnoticed from behind.
It was all Mollie could do no to bring attention to it by looking at the wickedly expensive piece as it was slipped up and away from the Dowager’s ruffled heavy satin blouse.
This time it was mollies turn to keep chatting as her husband headed to the door. He had almost made it when two youths ran into him as they scurried away from a rather sullen looking tween girl they had been teasing, and now were in possession of her purse. Mollie stole a look as she saw her husband topple onto the chasing girl. He managed to extracted himself from the girls long slinky gown that she had probably been forced into by an overly conceited mother. He apologized, and left the girl to go after her antagonizes. Later, when Mollie had caught up to him she teased him about his clumsiness. He just smiled, and pulled out from his vest pocket the most exquisitely matched pearls that the youth had been openly displaying from around her throat and wrist at the reception!
They were, most definitely, ready. The fated evening could not come soon enough. But it finally did.
They had had no problem with using the fancy invitations to gain entrance. Security was heavy, as expected, but with a very lax atmosphere. Mollie was wearing the salmon coloured gown she had had especially made for such occasions, her new blond hair style and the blue contacts. In a coup foray of sorts, Mollie wore the pearls that had been taken by her husband during his run in with the sullen girl at the wedding reception. Her husband was wearing his usual tux with a hand tied bowtie. His ruffled sleeves easily moved up and down along his wrists.
Mollie and her husband split up, each spending the first few hours mingling solo, and taking it all in as they thoroughly enjoyed the Ball and all its many stimulating attractions. It had gone smooth as silk. Spending the first few hours prowling while the guests liquored up Mollie scoping out exactly the right candidates. Dangling jewels with easy clasps were everywhere!, it was surprising how the best of jewel makers skimped on the clasps required to keep the expensive pieces in place. Clothing also made a difference. Silks and satins were quiet and slipped easily. Taffeta could be whispery, more of a challenge. Velvet could easily snag as a piece was being lifted. But these were the costliest of materials, and the wearers would logically be wearing the costlier of jewelry.
Mollie and her husband regrouped several hours later, unobtrusively under the pretense of dancing. Gently discussing their plans. They settled on three likely prospects amongst the almost three hundred present. The first was an older spinster type wearing a luxurious dress of embroidered navy silk and displaying jewelry studded with diamonds and sapphires. The second was a middle aged snotty blonde wearing a shamelessly low cut green silk taffeta gown (which Mollie secretly liked)wearing a thick gold bracelet studded with vulgarly large rubies surrounded by a sea of small sparkly diamonds. She was alone, and a heavy drinker. The third was a longshot. A lanky , flighty brunette wearing immensely valuable jewels of blindingly sparkling Diamonds. Her necklace alone was in the upper hundred thousand range, with a clasp that was one of the easiest to coax open. The only problem was that she came with an obviously newlywed husband who doted on her every move. Both were heavy drinkers, and if he would only leave his wife’s side for, say about fifteen minutes, the necklace would be theirs!
They had decided that any one of the three would produce results worth a king’s ransom, appropriately enough, all things considered. The plan was for her husband to take his time selecting the easiest jewel to acquire from amongst the ones the three marks were displaying , make his move, and pass it off to Mollie who would leave forthwith, while her husband stayed a little while longer to make sure everything remained calm before making his exit stage right via the hallway.
As Mollie went to her station, she saw the Blue silken lady, along with her sapphires and diamonds, leaving with a rather unsavory looking male, eyeing her with a look Mollie knew all too well. Mollie decided to follow them, thinking to herself that some women are just prone to being victimized. Good luck with that one Mollie thought unkindly, as she stole one last look at the ladies glistening sapphires, hope he leaves her with something she sarcastically wished wickedly to the couple’s backside as they went out the exit at the end of the hall. One down and out she thought. Then she spied the husband of the newlywed pair heading down the hall towards her with an older, grey bearded man. Getting close she heard them talking about the Gentlemen’s smoking lounge. Mollie decided to give her husband a signal, but when she found him he was already in the arms of the blond. Molly immediately noticed the absence of the jeweled bracelet from his partners’ wrist. She went back to her table. Immediately she was set upon by some drunken snob asking her to dance. She allowed herself to be taken up into his arms. Spending a few unenchanting minutes with Mr. two left feet, before her husband tapped him on the shoulder cutting in. They danced, Mollie placing a hand into his pocket and feeling something cold and metal wrapped her hand around it. Looking him in the eyes she told him about the now unguarded bride, as she palmed the willowy blonde’s bracelet. They decided to go for it, and as the music ended, Mollie made her way to the hall, where she secreted the blondes bracelet safely away
One down, one more to go! An exquisite necklace of flickering diamonds waiting to be nimbly slipped away from the throat of its unsuspecting wearer. Now just to make sure the husband of the silken gowned brunette displaying the jewels in question was still safely out of the picture! Then to let her husband know that with the coast clear, he was free to stage his approach of the lady in the long swishing satin gown he had been keeping a drooling eye on all evening. The one wearing the exquisite necklace of flickering diamonds waiting to be so expertly slipped away from the throat of its unsuspecting wearer.
She was able to see the groom in windowed room, the husband and his friend were smoking a pair of long cigars and drinking brandy in large glass snifters. Mollie passed unnoticed as she mad e her way to the ladies powder room. He was still there, only halfway through a long stogie as she passed again on her way back. Neither time was she observed. Mollie mad her way back to the Ballroom. She sat down at one side of the room, once again allowing the sights of so many bejeweled women to soak in. Her husband was dancing with a lady in a flowing red ball gown, jewels sparkling in abundance, not aware of the danger so close at hand, nor that even with her husband and his particular skill set so close to them, that at that moment nothing could be safer from his fingertips. Finally she caught her husband’s eye. Mollie innocently rubbed a finger along the side of her nose, a subtle signal that it was safe for him to precede.
Mollie was now uncharacteristically having butterflies in her stomach; it was a huge gamble, trying to get away with a pair of thefts in this inhospitable atmosphere. She kept second guessing herself, Bird in hand she kept thinking. But the lure was too great, and it was with a heavy sigh of relief when Mollie saw her husband finally kiss the hand of the young bride after their dance. Mollie could see that she was no longer sporting the thin silver necklace and its row of at least two caret diamonds that had been encircling her throat with their rippling flashy brilliance all evening. Molly stayed put, not daring to leave until her husband had brushed by her in passing and made his way out the hallway to the exit. She waited for a long fifteen minutes, then curling her hand around the necklace that had been dropped into her lap as he had passed; she gained the safety of the hallway. Just in time. For coming down the hallway was none other than the lady in the long luxurious gown and now bare throats groom and his distinguished looking friend. She passed by them, feeling the men eyeing her with roving wolfish gazes. Then she passed them, and proceeded unhindered to once again enter the ladies’ powder room where the necklace soon joined with the Blondes bracelet in its hiding spot.. Than calmly Mollie left, walking past two security Bobbies, virtually unnoticed. The Groom had been absolutely ignorant to the fact that his young Bride’s ridiculously valuable necklace had walked right past him out the door.
Mollie did not let herself really breathe until she had gained the safety of the street. She allowed herself to imagine the commotion as the news of the missing jewels were circulated around the cavernous Ballroom. There would be a flurry of activity, flashes and sparkles as the women checked themselves reassuringly that they were still in possession of their trinkets. Mollie would have loved to have stayed and watched, but obviously could not do so. She rejoined her husband at their meeting place and they drove off. They made their way to Ireland where they spent a cautious week touring before leaving for the states.
Once the profit was realized from their haul that eventful evening, including obnoxious Dowagers the jeweled antique pendent, and was added in to the modest amount they had already accumulated from previous adventures, Mollie and her husband were able to retire to Ireland and live quite an unpretentious life together in a small stone manor in the woods.
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Missouri painter Sidney Larson completed this painting entitled "Prehistoric Man" in 1969 as part of the "The Riback Mural," commissioned by Harold H. Riback for the Riback Pipe and Steel Company building on the east end of Business Loop 70 in Columbia, Missouri.
The Ribacks sold the business to Plumb Supply Company in 2015. The building housing the mural is scheduled to be remodeled in January of 2022, and the paintings will be destroyed. According to the State Historical Society of Missouri's Art Collections Manager Greig Thompson, the mural can't be preserved due to the method the mural was installed.
Notley Hawkins took photographs of the mural on December 21, 2021, at the request of Vicky Riback-Wilson to preserve a record of the paintings. Notley Hawkins studied painting and drawing with Sidney Larson at Columbia College and earned his BFA in 1987.
With the help of S.C. Steinberg, Sidney Larson published a booklet entitled The Riback Mural in 1980. The following description was included when noting the painting:
"There is of course, no recorded history of Prehistoric Man, or Cave Dwellers. Thus, this panel reflects the artist's feeling of what life was like many centuries ago. He has taken a very normal assumption that, at some point in time, a piece of metal ore would be included among the rocks surrounding the fire over which their ceramics were baked, and as the ore got hotter, it would ooze metal, in this case, copper. Then a further assumption that, if a metal was available, it would be used for weaponry and the unusable smaller pieces given to the women of the tribe for body adornment.
It was very likely that in this way copper, probably the most used metal in the plumbing industry, was discovered."
The photograph was taken with a Canon EOS R5 camera with a Canon RF24-70mm F2.8 L IS USM lens at ƒ/5.6 with a 1/160-second exposure at ISO 640. Processed with Adobe Lightroom CC.
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Mural entitled "Fountainhead" by Robin Munro aka @_dreadgod and Zehb One aka @zehb_1, seen at 9915 East Colfax in Aurora, Colorado.
Drone photo by James aka @urbanmuralhunter on that other photo site.
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Mural entitled "Milo" by Patrick Kane McGregor aka @patrickkanemcgregor, seen at 3328 North Miami Avenue in the Wynwood Arts District of Miami, Florida.
Drone photo by James aka @urbanmuralhunter on that other photo site.
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Mural entitled "New Day Rising" by Thomas Turner aka @thomasturner, seen at 2174 South Main Street in Salt Lake City, Utah.
Drone photo by James aka @urbanmuralhunter on that other photo site.
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I recently acquired a copy of a book entitled "The Railroad and the Art of Place" by the US photographer David Kahler. This was as a result of a book review by Dafydd Whyles on the Phoenix Railway Photographic Circle website ( Phoenix Railway Photographic Circle, Creative, Artistic and Progressive Railway Photography (phoenix-rpc.co.uk) and a video recording on the website of the US Center for Railroad Photography and Art, (The Railroad and the Art of Place, presented by David Kahler - YouTube).
The book looks at the relationship between the railway and the environment of the West Virginia coalfields in the early 1990's. It is a superb piece of work. In this scene I have attempted to recreate the atmosphere of these images in today's Birmingham. This is a view along Pickford Street in Digbeth, a locality about to undergo significant redevelopment, not least because of the HS2 project. Look at these old brick industrial buildings and the block paved roadway. Soon this will all be gone. The builders hoardings are already in place at the end of the street. The view of the railway arches will disappear. Get here with your camera while you still can and capture a location with a real sense of place.
For an alternative angle on railway photography, why not take a look at the Phoenix website:
The book, '50 Years of Phoenix' is available to buy now. Click on this link to order your copy:
Entitled upper class man meets his match in a Steampunk beauty on the streets of London, England. Published in Living the Photo Artistic Life," Issue No. 93, Nov 2022, Featured Artist, Cover and Pgs. 31-35, issuu.com. Received 5th Place Award in the CAGO 2022 ALL Photography/Digital Art Competition. Entitled upper class man meets his match in a Steampunk beauty. Image Sources: Female figure is from faestock on Deviant Art; Male is from KathySG on Shutterstock; dog from pngwing.com; London scene from Graham-H on Pixabay; Archway from Momentmal on Pixabay; Cat from dimitrisvetsikas1969 on Pixabay; Nucly elements; Red Vine from lilifilane on Deviant Art;
Mural entitled "Piece of a Daydream" by DRIK aka @drik_the_villain, seen in the Wynwood Walls Outdoor Museum at 2526 NW 2nd Avenue in the Wynwood Arts District of Miami, Florida.
Photo by James aka @urbanmuralhunter on that other photo site.
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Mural entitled "The Journey" by YANOE aka @oh_yanoe and Eric Skotnes aka @zoueh_skotnes collectively known as @yanoexzoueh seen at: 772 North High Street in the Short North Arts District of Columbus, Ohio.
Drone photo by James aka @urbanmuralhunter on that other photo site.
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Mural entitled "Laika Boss" by @cooldiscorich seen on the wall of Sputnik Coffee at 2057 West 51st Street in the Back of the Yards area of Chicago, Illinois. The mural commemorates Laika, the first animal sent in to space from Earth.
Photo by James aka Urbanmuralhunter on that other photo site.
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Mural entitled "Earth Song" by Andrea Wan aka @andrea_wan and Jopa aka @brotherjopa for Shine on St Pete, seen at 155 17th Avenue South in St Petersburg, Florida.
Drone photo by James aka @urbanmuralhunter on that other photo site.
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Mural entitled "Mother of Invention" by Dred Ske aka @dredske88 seen in the Logan Square area of Chicago, Illinois.
Photo by James aka @urbanmuralhunter on that other photo site.
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Mural entitled "In Darkness a Light" by Claudio Picasso aka @cpwon and B K Foxx aka @bkfoxx for Archive 79 Gallery, seen at 180 NE 79th Street in the Little Haiti area of Miami, Florida.
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Mural entitled "Fox in Glass" by Bekki Canine aka @bekkicaninepaintings created for the Wabash Walls Public Arts Initiative located on Wabash Avenue in Lafayette, Indiana.
Photo by James aka @urbanmuralhunter on that other photo site.
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St. Edmundsbury Cathedral (formally entitled the Cathedral Church of St James and St Edmund)[1] is the cathedral for the Church of England's Diocese of St Edmundsbury and Ipswich. It is the seat of the Bishop of St Edmundsbury and Ipswich and is in Bury St Edmunds in Suffolk. Originating in the 11th century, it was rebuilt in the 12th and 16th centuries as a parish church and became a cathedral in 1914; it has been considerably enlarged in recent decades.
“I hold that the more helpless a creature the more entitled it is to protection by man from the cruelty of humankind.”
― Mahatma Gandhi
PINK, FRINGED, FRAZZLED Tulips
Hope you are enjoying PINK-WEEK?
The name derives from the frilled edge of the flowers—the verb "to pink" dates from the 14th century and means "to decorate with a perforated or punched pattern" (possibly from German pinken, "to peck").
While the word "pink" was first used as a noun to refer to a color in the 17th century, the verb "pink" continues to be reflected today in the name of those hand-held scissors that cut a zig-zagged line referred to as pinking shears.
Pink was not a common colour in the fashion of the Middle Ages; nobles usually preferred brighter reds, such as crimson.
Shocking pink was a new and more assertive pink invented by Italian fashion designer Elsa Schiaparelli in 1931, by mixing a little white with magenta. It became her signature colour.
Pink has symbolised a "welcome embrace" in India and masculinity in Japan.
MORE about pink HERE: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pink
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Mural entitled "Hanuman's Leap of Faith" by Chris Parks
(Krsna Candra Das) aka @palehorse and Matt Parks aka @parksandrealization for Wynwood Mural Fest 2022, seen at 2300 NW 5th Avenue in the Wynwood Arts District of Miami, Florida.
Hanuman's "leap of faith" refers to a story from Hindu mythology about the monkey god Hanuman. According to the story, Hanuman was asked to jump across a vast ocean to retrieve a herb that could save the life of Lord Rama's brother, Lakshmana. Despite his fear and uncertainty, Hanuman took a mighty leap across the ocean, trusting in his own strength and the power of Lord Rama. This act of faith and bravery is often seen as an example of overcoming fear and self-doubt to accomplish great things. -- Poe AI (Sage)
Drone photo by James aka @urbanmuralhunter on that other photo site.
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“Observing” is the first picture of my new series entitled “Silence” .
This was the first time I actually went shooting with all the camera gear down here. You know, step by step things are moving. Next couple of weeks I will be visiting some really interesting places so I hope I can came back with some delights to you.
First time I went to this place it was actually for a different reason: to introduce my daughter to the sea. And she loved it. But I couldn't stop looking at the lifeguard tower, specially with the weather getting heavier and heavier.
Next day, it was even better so I pick up my stuff and went straight where I wanted. Took some initial shots until I found an angle that was good. The picture is 130sec exposure. I did it on purpose, I wanted to push the filters and camera.
Post processing did take some time. After a couple of non satisfactory attempts, I decided to do something unusual to my work flow (test some Topaz labs filters) and it worked. After that, it was just a question of details, like the numbers, sharpening the tower and add some vignette to the image. I also pushed the highlights in the sea just a bit.
Hope you enjoy it.
Nikon D800 and Nikkor 16-35 F4 VR
Post Production with Lightroom 5.0, Nik Software and CS6
©2013, byVini photography
Mural entitled "Mr. Rooster" by ETAM aka @bezt-etam, seen at 517 East 8th Street in the Flower District of Los Angeles, California.
Drone photo by James aka Urbanmuralhunter on that other photo site.
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Place Igor Stravinski 29/09/2022 20h08
PA_1432 seen from the side and in line with Centre Pompidou. Always worth a revisit.
On Wednesday December 4, a new iconic alien from Invader came to invade Paris. So far, nothing very unusual, the French artist installs his works in the streets of the capital since 1996. However, this time, it is 447 tiles 9 m high by 7 m wide that constitute the monumental mosaic of the invader from elsewhere, the largest work of the Street Artist. Entitled PA_1432, in other words the 1432nd tiled work installed in Paris.
PA_1432 [100 points]
Onscreen FlashInvaders message: GOING BIG!
All my photos of PA_1432:
PA_1432 (Evening shot, December 2019)
PA_1432 (Close-up, July 2020)
PA_1432 (Wide shot 1, July 2020)
PA_1432 (Wide shot 2, July 2020)
PA_1432 (Wide shot 3, September 2022)
PA_1432 (Wide shot 4, July 2024)
Date of invasion: 04/12/2019 (worldwide # 3856)
[ Visited the biggest space invader so far 13 days after invasion/inauguration ]
Finished wall entitled " no word "
This mural is about feelings that will never die but some how it remains alive inside of ourselves and we can find these motivations through things that money will neve be able to provide at all. Rescuing someone's feelings is give him/her some reasons to live for.
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Mural terminado intitulado "sem palavras"
Este mural é sobre sentimentos que nunca morrerá mas que de algum modo isso permanece dentro de nós mesmos, nós podemos encontrar motivações através de coisas que o dinheiro não pode oferecer. Resgatar os sentimentos de alguém é dar à ela/ele razões pra viver.
Mural entitled "Metamorphosis" by Tran Nguyen aka @mynameistran for Long Beach Walls 2019, seen at 318 North Solano Court in Long Beach, California.
Drone photo by James aka Urbanmuralhunter on that other photo site.
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Cartoon entitled Potential Guest at Cubbon Park Police Station by Paul Fernandes at Bengaluru Festival2015.
The Cubbon Park police station is a "very beautiful" building. In 1910 an old British house was converted into a police station.
Actually entitled "Memorial to the Murdered Jews of Europe", this installation is stark and imposing. As it should be.
It is not without its detractors. See this article:
www.newyorker.com/culture/richard-brody/the-inadequacy-of...
However, I found it to be a very potent memorial. When you are inside the installation, being dwarfed by the larger concrete blocks, you occasionally get a glimpse of another person flashing by in front of you between the blocks. Then they're gone.
Mural entitled "Angels of the North and South" by HIERO aka @hieroveiga and Bacon aka @vizla_bacon seen at 394 NW 24th Street in the Wynwood Arts District of Miami, Florida.
Drone photo by James aka @urbanmuralhunter on that other photo site.
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... An excerpt from a small volume entitled "Oak Bay 2017: At Home Behind the Tweed Curtain. See www.blurb.ca/b/12808423-oak-bay-2017 if you're curious. This home, with its unkempt and overgrown yard, is typical of many properties awaiting development
i am recently reading a book by one of my favourite writer, Anne Rice entitled 'Belinda" and i assure you, you wont get bored of it. as the critics said, 'It is a 20th century Lolita'. and that made me remember this shot i took at the pier in Bacolod. this one is my very own representation of the novel. :) the 16 years old runaway girl who came from a rich and famous family that handles the United Theatrical who fell in love with a 44 years old divorced children's book author, Jeremy Walker.
Unaware of who Belinda really is, Jeremy falls in love with her and paints her portraits nude. When he discovers Belinda's true identity, things unravel quickly as his career and freedom are threatened, as well as the love he feels for Belinda. The novel explicitly narrates the sexual union between Walker and Belinda.
The novel deals with an illegal relationship: the age of consent in California, where most of the novel's events take place, is 18. Jeremy is accused of being a child molester. The novel describes numerous relationships with large age gaps. Although Belinda is the only character who is a minor, and is much younger than any of the other characters, the novel raises the question whether genuine love can exist and whether it has a moral basis when there is such a large age gap between the lovers.
ps! this is my 1st strobists shot!!! yeeeeey! and that was totally fun! :) i do like the output,hope u do too! :) be uploading more soon :)
model: 16 yrs old jodi henares
We are now preparing stuffs for the 3rd issue of Ecoseedmagazine. And for those who wants to see the previous issues,here's the link so take a tour! c; We have also decided to make two volumes per issue so that means 2 magazine release every month. We would also want to thank all the photo contributors! we'll get back to you guys once your photos are featured on any issues that we'll be releasing with your credits on it! And for anyone of you who wants to be a part of this big step to a whole new portal just drop a msg. c; xoxo and God bless the world :)
Mural entitled "What Fuels You" by Kristine Campbell aka @_kristinecampbell for Ren Art Walk, seen at 103 Washington Street in Rensselaer, Indiana.
The artist states: ‘'What Fuels You’ — 8 very full days, all brushwork, acrylic on masonry. When I found out I was doing the outside of an auto business I knew I wanted to incorporate a vintage car, the owners were hoping for one too so it worked out! I love bringing in purpose and symbolism when I can, choosing flowers native to the area to bring in the balance of nature and when I found out owners Deana and Troy Rule had 8 kids, I painted 8 gears for each knowing the importance of family and how they keep you going. The plate number is the date they opened, and ever since seeing Bottle Rocket, any early 70’s Broncos make me all googley eyed. Icing on top was finding out a 72 is one of their daughter’s favorite cars and Troy loves Fords. It’s so inspiring to see businesses launch after the year we’ve had, couldn’t be happier creating something to help them celebrate that."
Drone photo by James aka @urbanmuralhunter on that other photo site.
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Mural entitled "Soy Nervioso" by Ledania aka @ledania for Bright Walls 2022, seen at 148 East Courtland in Jackson, Michigan.
Drone photo by James aka Urbanmuralhunter on that other photo site.
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The flower comes in several varieties but originally the chrysanthemum was just a small yellow flower. After generations of cultivation, the number of varieties grew rapidly. In the Chrysanthemum Book of the Song Dynasty (960-1279), 35 varieties were noted but by the time of the Yuan Dynasty (1271-1368), the number had risen to 136. In Li Shizhen's famous book, "Ben Cao Gang Mu", finished in the Ming Dynasty (1368-1644), more than 900 varieties of chrysanthemum were listed. Today more than 3,000 varieties are blooming in China.
'Autumn flower'
One reason for the flower's popularity among the Chinese people is the favour it found with scholars.
The chrysanthemum, also known as the "Autumn Flower", is one of the four "honourable plants". The others are plum, orchid and bamboo which are symbols of nobility.
In most ancient essays and poems, writers use the terms "jade bone, icy body, pearl petal and red heart" to describe the flower. For on cold autumn days, when all other flowers were fading away, only the chrysanthemum was able to flourish in the cold winds. The combination of beauty with strong character made an ideal personality in the eyes of romantic Chinese scholars.
Qu Yuan (340-278 BC), the famous poet who committed suicide because he was unhappy with the dark reality of life, was among the first to write poetry about the chrysanthemum. He wrote in his poem "Li Sao": "Drink dew from the magnolia in the morning and take autumn chrysanthemum's falling petals as food in the evening."
Another famous poet, Tao Yuanming (365-427), is also recognized as a poet who had a deep affection for the flower. His most famous poem is about the chrysanthemum: "Pick a chrysanthemum near a fence and enjoy the mountain in the south at your leisure."
This poem, entitled "Drinking Wine", was written when he resigned from his high official post and returned to the countryside to live as a farmer.
Even when he was too poor to buy wine - drinking was his hobby - he could pick the petals of chrysanthemums and use them as food. In his poverty-stricken and lonely later life, the chrysanthemum was his only friend and comfort.
Since Tao, many other writers and poets have sung the praises of the chrysanthemum and it became almost a traditional topic for every scholar to write about with the arrival of autumn. In "The Dream of Red Mansions", readers can find more than 10 poems about the flower written by the beautiful ladies of Jia's family.
Tough life
It is easy to compare women with flowers. In Chinese literature, flowers such as the lily, peony or plum have all been connected with notable beauties. But when comparing the chrysanthemum with people, the tone is totally different and much more manly.
Actually, rarely is the chrysanthemum compared with women - it is more often associated with independent, proud, noble, willful and tough men, such as Qu Yuan and Tao Yuanming.
Another famous figure identified with the chrysanthemum is Huang Chao who lived in the 9th century. Huang was the leader of a peasant revolt towards the end of the Tang Dynasty (618-907). He led an army of thousands and occupied Luoyang after several years of fighting.
He wrote two poems about the chrysanthemum, one of which contains the lines: "If I could be the king of the flowers, I would allow the chrysanthemum to bloom with the peach blossom; The fragrance (of the chrysanthemum) would fill Chang'an City, and the city would be clothed in golden armour."
At the peak of his life, in 884, his revolution failed and he committed suicide.
Effective herb
To the common people, chrysanthemums also had uses as a herb. You still find today that Chinese women drink chrysanthemum tea instead of coffee. One variety of chrysanthemum, known as "Hang Bai Ju" (Hangzhou White Chrysanthemum), is said by experts to have healthcare properties.
Ancient people believed that this flower, which was able to endure very cold weather, must have attracted "the soul of the sky and earth" - certainly a health benefit.
A book from the time of the Han Dynasty (206-220 BC) said there used to be a village named Gangu in Central China's Henan Province where people drank from a nearby stream that contained the petals of chrysanthemums. The petals had fallen into the stream up in the mountains and all the villagers lived to a great age, some as long as 130 years.
The well-known doctor, Tao Hongjing, also encouraged people to eat chrysanthemum petals. He said good-quality chrysanthemums tasted a little sweet and the bad ones, bitter. So why not try some chrysanthemums this autumn?
Mural entitled "Freedom" by @bkfoxx seen at 55 Atherton Street in Yonkers, New York.
Photo by James aka Urbanmuralhunter on that other photo site.
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Mural entitled "Where Do You Go When You Sleep?" by Carly Ealy aka @carlyealy, seen at 454 Eaton Street in the Arts District of Los Angeles, California.
Drone photo by James aka Urbanmuralhunter on that other photo site.
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Mural entitled "Eye 2 Eye" by by Dan Handskillz aka @invisible_hometown seen on the wall of a Jiffy Lube at 355 North Shadeland Avenue in the Eastgate area of Indianapolis, Indiana.
The artist states: "Eye 2 Eye depicts the early moments of what could become a meaningful friendship for two new and very different acquaintances. The soft and fluffy, curious cat and the hard and angular machine, both creatures of the street, examine each other closely, recognizing one thing they have in common: green eyes. The mural is a metaphor for everyone being able to find commonalities with each other, even if they are from different worlds."
Photo by James aka Urbanmuralhunter on that other photo site.
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Mural entitled "Linky" by Dale Grimshaw aka @dale_grimshaw for the Raw Project, seen at the at the Dr Henry W. Mack/West Little River school at 2450 NW 84th Street in Miami, Florida. The title was chosen by the students at the school.
Drone photo by James aka @urbanmuralhunter on that other photo site.
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